Riya sat by the fireplace, knitting a scarf that was nearly finished. It was a bright red, festive scarf she had made for Sora Uchiha, with the wish that he would always be safe and sound. Shisui's scarf was already done.
Winter had begun more than a month ago, so it seemed a little late to finish this one.
But that was all right. The long winter still had two months to go, and her heartfelt gift could keep him warm for the rest of the season. What about next year? She would naturally make him something else.
She was not very strong, ranking among the weaker Chunins, so she could not guide Sora in improving his skills. Still, she was proud to have such an exceptional son.
All she could do was stay home and silently pray that Sora returned safely from his missions. That was what ninety-nine percent of parents wished for their children when they were away on assignments.
Riya had heard that there was a particularly revered temple in the Land of Grass. She planned to visit when she had time and pray for two safety charms.
The fireplace cast a pleasant warmth, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside the window. Its blazing light was reflected in her clear, gentle eyes.
"Help! Mom! My brother's covered in blood! Come save him!"
Suddenly, Shisui's panicked shout rang out from beyond the courtyard.
Thud.
The scarf and knitting needles slipped from Riya's hands and fell to the ground, but she barely noticed. Her face turned pale as she rushed out into the courtyard.
The wind howled, stinging her face. Dangerous icicles hung from the eaves.
Riya spotted Shisui at once, sobbing over the "snowman." Her heart stopped, then pounded again.
Not again!
Not again!
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